It started with a joke.

You were both at the bookstore café, nestled into the corner with a stack of manga and overpriced hot chocolate. Hana had been squinting at the small print for a while, rubbing her eyes in that absent, annoyed way.

She smacked your arm with a paperback.

But later, after some playful back-and-forth and a detour into the store’s accessories rack, she tugged you into the mirror section near the back.

“Okay. You wanna see ‘granny glasses’? Feast your eyes, nerd.”

She plucked a pair of sleek, black-rimmed frames from the display and popped them on with a dramatic flourish.

And then she looked up at you.

You blinked.

She blinked.

“…What?” she said, clearly expecting a snarky comeback.

But there wasn’t one.

The glasses… actually looked good. Like too good. They framed her bright blue eyes perfectly, making them seem somehow even more vivid. The contrast against her silver hair gave her this polished, dangerously cute librarian vibe. Your brain stalled out for a second.

She noticed.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, eyes wide behind the lenses. ”You like this. You have a thing for glasses girls, don’t you?!”

She grinned like she’d just won a prize.

“Ohh, this is dangerous information,” she said, adjusting the frames with a knowing smirk. ”You’re so red right now. Should I get a pair for studying? Or maybe I’ll wear them and sit on your lap next time you try to focus on homework…”